somehow I'm still standing

"Oh, I'm not..." Illuga starts, but his thoughts have not caught up with him yet, and he flounders, trails off. In the silence, the dip grabs hold of his hand and squeezes gently.

"Well, I am, if you wouldn't mind staying like this for now."

This makes Illuga laugh despite himself, and he nods against the stranger's back. He might as well commit to this, he decides, and scoots closer to the dip to find a way to slot his body better against him. The first thing he notices is how much taller this man is. Illuga feels rather like a backpack, but the man does not seem wont to complain, leaning his weight in more against Illuga. A cuddler indeed...

"Are you cold?" llluga asks softly, but the dip shakes his head. His silky hair tickles Illuga. Whatever shampoo he uses smells nice too. It tickles his memories, to the bar last night...

"I am quite comfortable, thank you," the dip informs him. "You also offered me an extra blanket last night, if you'll recall."

At least even drunk, he seems to be a good host then. While this is of little comfort to Illuga when he cannot even recall what this man looks like or how they even got here, surely it's a start... Now if only there could be a tactful way of asking for his name at least. He can't very well keep calling him dip, can he?

"Shit, I woke you, didn't I?" it suddenly strikes Illuga. "Sorry, I'm not used to sharing the bed except with, well, the dog."

"No wonder he looked so jealous yesterday when you pushed me down on it," the dip laughs, the sound like bells in the dark.

The laughter prods at Illuga's memories like a stick prodding the bottom of a muddy lake. He has told a joke, and the stranger is laughing, light eyes crinkled in amusement as he regards Illuga up close. He sips from a glass that contains something the same amber color of his eyes before dipping the contents toward Illuga to taste. Fire burns down his throat, a controlled flame that warms him to the core. Not the first one of the night, clearly not the last one either. ‘Kyryll,’ the stranger tells him, and the offer of his name is accompanied by a kiss that burns brighter than the drink. Not the first one of the night either, and clearly not the last one.

"Kyryll," he tries now, partly hoping for confirmation. To his immense relief, the other man hums in response.

"You remembered," he says, amusement clear in his voice.

"Truth be told... I don't remember much from last night," Illuga decides to just come clean before he slips up and manages to embarrass himself further.

"You warned me that might be the case," Kyryll says, though his voice does not give anything away. Is he insulted by this in any way? Illuga is too relieved that he had the drunken wherewithal to account for this scenario. It's almost impressive, really. He should send himself flowers one of these days. "But you remember my name, so I am glad to have made that much of an impression, at the very least."

"I also remember kissing a handsome man at the bar last night," Illuga grins. He feels Kyryll laugh against the palm of his hand.

"Me, I should hope."

"Do you have amber eyes and long dark hair?"

Kyryll stirs in his arms and turns to face him. The room is still too dark for Illuga to make out many details, but even in this dimmest of lights, he can see the delicate outline of his face. He has a prominent nose, thin lips that are curled up in an amused smile, and he looks up at him through a lidded gaze, with delicate lashes framing eyes that would look amber in a better light. Illuga finds himself mirroring that smile. He leans down and gives Kyryll a tentative kiss which the man is more than happy to receive. There is a thrilling familiarity to the sensation that sends a lightning strike down his spine.

"Mm," Illuga considers as he pulls back. "Unless you have a twin, I have a feeling I'm thinking of the right man."

"Surely such a renowned musician such as yourself has his fair share of admirers," Kyryll grins up at him.

"A handful," Illuga admits. "Though I'm not really in the business of taking them back to my house to fuck... We did fuck, didn't we?"

"Twice," Kyryll corroborates easily. "But who's counting?"

"Maybe we could make that three, then?" Illuga suggests, leaning down to steal another kiss from increasingly familiar lips. "Maybe that might jog my memory?"